(( bill ))

BY THE WAY, THIS IS TIME SKIP FOR ABOUT A WEEK

"Oh, so this is Mabel. Nice to meet you, Bill has told me a lot about you." Louis stretched out a hand, to which Mabel took gratefully. They smiled.

We were at this fast food restaurant (OH NO WHAT IS THE NAME I FORGOT SORRY) eating some pancakes, discussing about our end of year project.

We were supposed to be grouped in triplets, and we fitted perfectly. 

Mabel's friend, was it Belle? Well, she went with her boyfriend and everything. 

It surprises me to know that the school year is almost over. It also surprises me that this marks the passing of one year since I have joined Mabel here in this dimension. I have seen the good, Louid, and the bad of this society and I must say I have gained a lot of experience and memories. I am grateful for everything, that I am able to stand as I am today. I slung my arm over Mabel's shoulders casually, earning a shriek from her.

"Bill! Don't scare me like that, sheesh." she jumped from her conversation with Louis and glared at me.

I felt a smirk tugging at my lips.

"Anyway let's get back to the topic. So we need to yada yada yada," Mabel went back to her notepad and continued scribbling down notes. 

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Well, being in  a school, you have to at least study, right? I looked over at Mabel at the right desk in intense discussion with Belle on some academic stuff and I wondered how she was able to concentrate on reading some piece of nonsense they called a 'textbook'.

I am sorry, reading has never been my cup of tea.

But looking at Mabel so concentrated beside me, with all those notes she meticulously made, it gave me the motivation to carry on. Let's do this, Bill.

The lunch cafetorium was also abuzz with discussions as students sprawled their notes on the blue circular tables, trying to cram everything into their heads. We have been studying here for the past few days too. Louis had something else to attend to and left. And as far as I know, Dipper and Pacifica are out on their little date. I am glad that they have patched up, whatever it is that happened.

Okay Bill, stop dazing into midair. Let's do some work, shall we?

However, just when I was about to stop dazing off and seriosuly begin work, I heard the 'click click click' sound of hig heels. Heads turned to the source of the sound. I turned my head around as well, to see what exactly was gaining so much attention.

I groaned at the sight.

There was Bridgette. 

Mabel rolled her eyes. 

She was slowly, dramtically walking to our table. 

However, she looked really different today. She took her fashion up a notch by not only wearing some killer heels, but also topped with... a mini skirt and a leather jacket? What is with the ugly get-up?

Her eyes landed on me, and for a moment I was shocked at the intensity of her glare. She has never looked at me like that before. Does she look at Mabel like that? 

The mere thought of her abusing Mabel made me curl my fists.

"Well well well, if it isn't the bxtch and the two idiots. What a perfect combination." 

So she called me an idiot? What a lack of vocabulary.

"And here is the fake slut." Mabel said suddenly. Her words shocked me for a moment. But her actions shocked me even more.

Mabel stood up from her seat, and boldly pressed her finger on Bridgette's cheek, before swiping it, forcefully removing her make up.

Mabel triumphantly displayed her finger coated with make up and showed it to the crowd. The crowd gasped in return.

MABEL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Bridgette appeared furious. No, livid. Her face was contorted in weird angles as she tried to contain her burning furnace. 

Then, I saw it.

As if in slow motion, her right hand rose up in the air, aiming for...

No. No she will not do it.

With quick reflexes, I stood up, blocked her slap and pushed Mabel away. My hand firmly grasped Bridgette's hand, keeping it locked in place. 

In the process however, my other hand reached out and hit her squarely in a face, with the equivalent of a slap.

The smacking sound rebounded throughout the entire corridor. 

She looked at me with a mixture of shock, agony and hurt. 

I am sorry, you asked for it. Now the entire school population will be the witnesses to your reputation crumbling into pieces.

"YOU BTICHES! HOW DARE YOU-" she said, clutching her bruised cheek.

"WHY DID YOU EVEN WANT TO PROVOKE US THEN? THEN YOU SHALL FACE THE WRATH. WE ARE NOT BEANBAGS FOR YOU TO TRAMPLE AND BRUISE, WE CAN FIGHT BACK. NOW STOP BEING SUCH A SLUT AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE." Mabel mustered the words, but I know that she was already breaking down internally. I could tell she was trying, trying her best.

How dare she want to slap Mabel,  how dare she.

Suddenly, I felt my anger really rising. I have never felt that angry before. I felt my head dizzy and burning. I needed to release this newfound adrenaline, but no. No, I need to endure.

I thought Bridgette would swallow whatever pride she has left and leave quietly. But no.

"BTICH YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STOLE HIM AWAY FROM ME. I WAS MEANT TO BE WITH HIM."

Mabel's face reflected hurt and she opened her mouth. I could see tears welling up in her eyes. Bridgette, you pushed the limits. And now, you have pushed way too far. Way too far.

"Enough." The word came out of me as a low growl. 

She'd better know I am angry.

But she ignored me and continued talking.

"ENOUGH." 

This time, I could even hear the echo of my own voice. I was shocked at the volume I was speaking, or even the change in my tone of voice. The whole cafetorium must have had recoiled from shock, as I let out my true intensity of my anger.

I set my hand on the table, closing my eyes and rubbing it with my hand in annoyance, before letting out a way too audible sigh. 

I glared at Bridgette and I could detect the fear in her eyes.

"Get out." I said slowly.

"GET OUT." I shouted once more and she jumped, before turning around and walking away briskly.

Coward. 

How dare you hurt my Mabel. 

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-When I was sure she left, I looked beside me, looking at  Mabel a few feet away from me, burying her face in her hands, sobbing tears of anger. She looked so vulnerable, my heart was aching in pain.

I reached out and enveloped her in a hug. She rested her head on my shoulders, before crying onto my sweater. Her wet tears stained my attire and I didn't care.

"Can we get out of here?" she asked me in a coarse whisper. I felt the eyes of the entire cafetorium etched onto us. 

"Yes. Let's." I growled, before we slowly made our way out.

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I don't know where we were, but I was sure we were away from the prying eyes of people. 

I stroked her hair gently, as her sobs become softer.

"Don't worry, she will never hurt you again. I will make sure she doesn't."

She nodded slightly.

We sat there for a long time, even until Mabel fell asleep, as I continued stroking her soft hair.

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